He ’s a terrible man,
John Tod, John Tod,
He
’s a terrible man, John Tod;
He
scolds in the house,
He
scolds at the door,
He scolds on the vera hie
road, John Tod,
He
scolds on the vera hie road.
The weans a’ fear John
Tod, John Tod,
The
weans a’ fear John Tod;
When
he ’s passing by,
The
mithers will cry,—
Here ’s an ill wean,
John Tod, John Tod,
Here
’s an ill wean, John Tod.
The callants a’ fear
John Tod, John Tod,
The
callants a’ fear John Tod;
If
they steal but a neep,
The
callant he ’ll whip,
And it ‘s unco weel
done o’ John Tod, John Tod,
It
‘s unco weel done o’ John Tod.
An’ saw ye nae wee John
Tod, John Tod?
Oh,
saw ye nae wee John Tod?
His
bannet was blue,
His
shoon maistly new,
An’ weel does he keep
the kirk road, John Tod,
Oh,
weel does he keep the kirk road.
How is he fendin’, John
Tod, John Tod?
How
is he wendin’, John Tod?
He
‘s scourin’ the land,
Wi’
his rung in his hand,
An’ the French wadna
frighten John Tod, John Tod,
An’
the French wadna frighten John Tod.
Ye ’re sun-brunt and
batter’d, John Tod, John Tod
Ye
’re tantit and tatter’d, John Tod;
Wi’
your auld strippit coul,
Ye
look maist like a fule,
But there ‘s nouse i’
the lining,[57] John Tod, John Tod,
But
there ‘s nouse i’ the lining, John Tod.
He ’s weel respeckit,
John Tod, John Tod,
He
’s weel respeckit, John Tod;
He
’s a terrible man,
But
we ‘d a’ gae wrang
If e’er he sud leave
us, John Tod, John Tod,
If
e’er he sud leave us, John Tod.
[57] A familiar Scottish phrase for good sense.
WILL YE NO COME BACK AGAIN?
Bonnie Charlie ‘s now
awa’,
Safely ower the
friendly main;
Mony a heart will break in
twa
Should he ne’er
come back again.
Will
ye no come back again?
Will
ye no come back again?
Better
lo’ed ye canna be—
Will
ye no come back again?
Ye trusted in your Hieland
men,
They trusted you,
dear Charlie!
They kent your hiding in the
glen,
Death or exile
braving.
Will
ye no, &c.
English bribes were a’
in vain,
Tho’ puir,
and puirer, we maun be;
Siller canna buy the heart
That beats aye
for thine and thee.
Will
ye no, &c.
We watch’d thee in the
gloamin’ hour,
We watch’d
thee in the mornin’ gray;
Though thirty thousand pound
they gi’e,
Oh, there is none
that wad betray!
Will
ye no, &c.